"Harry! There you are! Where'd you disappear off to?," a guy in a group of guys who were sitting at our usual table asked. They looked like a fun group of guys, to be honest. I wasn't sure where my group of friends would sit, though. The one thing that irritated me was the fact that they didn't seem to even care. It made me wonder if they were the type that thought that they could do whatever they wanted without consequences.

I looked around and noticed Ty, Sora, Tara, and Zavier looking around for a new table to sit at. It was clear that they didn't want to approach the boys sitting at our table.

"This table is already taken," I said before Harry could respond to his friend. The boys quieted and looked at me. I could see them looking me up and down and I rolled my eyes. I felt Harry wrap his arm around my waist protectively and I leaned into his side.

"Who're you?," a boy with short blond hair asked and narrowed his eyes at me. What was his problem?

"This is Kit, my boyfriend," Harry answered for me. The scowl on his face showed that he wasn't happy with his friend's attitude.

"Seriously? You want to date a murderer? You should know he killed a guy before coming here," he sneered at Harry.

I scoffed and chuckled humorlessly.

"You should really know all the facts before labeling someone as a murderer," I countered and he rolled his eyes.

"Look, I don't know what spell you put on Harry, but it's not gonna work on us. You are only a pathetic cambion who killed someone. You are nothing," he spat and I heard several gasps around us. I must have missed some insult or something because people were looking at us like he just committed a huge crime.

I didn't understand at first, then I remembered something Logan had told me on my first day. He told me that the term 'cambion' wasn't used anymore because it had somehow turned into an insult. His way of explaining it was comparing it to the term 'mudblood' in Harry Potter. It didn't really make sense to me how it could have turned into something so negative, but I didn't really care, to be honest. I've heard worse, and this didn't hurt me one bit. I think one of the worst that I've heard was when my Aunt called me a stupid whore and that I deserved to rot in hell. Or maybe it was when my "friend", Jeff Finch, called me things that should never be repeated. Well, things that should never even be said in the first place.

"What the fuck, Jack. You don't even know the guy. He could be a good guy, for all we know," a curly haired, red head responded quickly.

"What about Indigo, huh? He's been crazy about Harry since he met him. Don't you care about Indigo at all?! He deserves better than this shit! Clearly Harry never cared about him! Harry is basically cheating on him with this whore!," the angry boy, Jack, almost shouted. I heard Harley let out what sounded like a growl behind me.

"That bastard will regret ever opening his fucking mouth," she muttered angrily and I stopped her before things got even worse. I shook my head at her with a stern 'no' expression and she huffed, annoyed that I wouldn't let her do anything.

I looked at Harry, confused as to who this Indigo person was, and saw him glaring daggers at Jack.

"Who's Indigo?," I asked Harry and Jack chuckled darkly.

"I'm sure you'll find out any minute," he smirked and Harry paled slightly.

I had a bad feeling about this. I just got Harry back, and now find out he's already dating someone and I'm the one he's cheating with. Why would he want me, or even ask to be my boyfriend, if he was already dating someone? That wasn't like the Harry I knew.

Obviously, we had both changed. I was tougher, and he... I didn't know. I didn't know if he had turned into a player, or if Jack was just trying to ruin our relationship.

I didn't have time to dwell on it and was snapped out of my thoughts as someone ran over to the table. My eyes widened at the sight before me. The boy was probably a couple inches taller than me, smooth pale skin, shaggy purple hair that reached just below his ears, and icy blue eyes. He was wearing tight, faded, blue jeans, a black t-shirt that was a little big on him, and a pair of black high-tops. He was panting to catch his breath and his cheeks were flushed.

"Hey guys, sorry I'm late. I was studying and lost track of time," the boy said then frowned at his friend's serious expressions. I was guessing that they were never like this.

The boy, Indigo I assumed, looked around, saw us, and froze when he saw Harry's arm around me.

"Harry, w-who's that? What's going on?," Indigo asked in a nervous tone.

"Indigo, meet Harry's boyfriend, Kit," Jack introduced with malice.

Indigo's eyes snapped to Harry's. Harry let go of me and took a step towards Indigo.

"Indi, I never wanted to hurt you. You mean a lot to me, okay?," Harry said with a calming voice and I felt a pain in my chest. Harry had just gotten back together, and already there was something breaking us up. I could see how much he cared for Indigo, and all I wanted was to go back to my room, and hide from everyone.

I glanced at Harley, noticed how pissed off she looked, and for the first time, I didn't tell her it was fine. I didn't tell her that I would be okay because I didn't even want to speak. I wanted to be alone. Titan and Logan stood behind Harley, watching the scene with anger burning in their eyes. Jace had went to sit with his friends, so I couldn't see if he even knew what was going on.

"Harry, tell me the truth. Who is this?"

"Kit is my... boyfriend," Harry muttered in response and a tear slid down Indigo's face.

There was something going on between them, that much was clear. Yeah, I love Harry. I can't be with someone that is fine with cheating and cares this much about someone else though.

"Ex," I muttered and Harry looked at me with sadness shining in his eyes.

"What?," he asked in a soft tone.

"Ex. I can't be with someone who is okay with cheating. Besides, you love him. Don't bother denying it, because I can see it," I looked at Indigo next, "Indigo, I'm sorry. I didn't know. If I had, I would have never said yes. Take good care of him." I turned around and left the dining hall. I walked towards my bedroom, opened the door, and gasped at the sight.

Clothes and papers were scattered everywhere as if someone had been looking for something. Someone had definitely broken into my room and was searching for who knows what. I began putting everything away and did my best to see if I could figure out what was missing, if anything was.

After the room was back to its clean state, I concluded that the only things missing were a couple of my shirts. It was strange.

Who the hell did this??

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